Monday, October 3, 2011

Late that morning...


…she picked up the tray and carried it
(Breakfast time now well gone)
To the kitchen from the bed.
She scraped the plate with the clean fork
And left all in the sink
While she made a brief, brief call.


Walking down her lovely garden path,
She sat in the dirt in dressing gown,
To snip some flowers growing there.
In the distance the phone had rung,
But this task was enough for now.
They would too soon be here.

She heard them come, she heard them go,
She didn’t know just where she stood,
Dizzy in the whirl of the last day.
Holding Gladiolas in her hand,
Thinking she should make lunch perhaps;
But at the stroke of one the tears broke.

6 comments:

Marbles in My Pocket said...

This is a really good one, Larry. I can here the fork on the plate, see the eyes about to cry. The pain, the confusion. Excellent write, my friend!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/two-yearning-heart/

The Cello Strings said...

sad ending.

Morning said...

moving words, you paint a sad imagery here.

Morning said...

moving words, you paint a sad imagery here.

Shashi said...

Hi Larry

Your story was like a walk from the anticipation to shattering of dream... your last line was powerful and poignant... I liked reading this one...

"Holding Gladiolas in her hand,
Thinking she should make lunch perhaps;
But at the stroke of one the tears broke."

Sad and beautiful...

Thanks for sharing such a lovely verse and for joining in the Poetry Picnic ... Look forward to your posts on "Friends, Relationships and every one around.." next week ...

Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/10/whispers-love-and-loss-butterfly.html

Ina said...

This was a moving story, what happened, what will happen now, love it.